"Cheer up, Zoe." Kendall says. I snap out of my thoughts. "Oh, sorry." I say and take a sip of my drink. "You're not very into it today, huh?" She takes a sip of hers. I shake my head. "No, I've just been thinking." I reply. "Whatever. Did you see Kara's shoes? That girl has got to up her shoe game if she wants to be popular." She remarks. "Popular?" I stare at her. "Yeah, like us." She says. I shake my head and say, "I'm not popular, maybe you, but definitely not me." Kendall stands up. "I have to go, but see you tomorrow." And with that she's gone.
I didn't leave immediately after she left. The boy on the street walks inside after her. He has short jet black hair and a little pale skin. His eyes are a dark brown color and dang, someone kill me. Not that many guys my age are good looking so this, my friend, was a rare find.
This guy is not alone. He's with two of his friends and I realize that I'm staring at him but I can't help it. His eyes lock with mine for a split second before I look away. A small tint of red coats my cheeks. To be totally and completely honest, I really really really wanted him to at least wave or smile but he kind of just shook it off. Of course he did. I stand up and walk a little awkwardly to the door and exit.
Main Street is long. Very long. On one side there's a train station that goes downtown. On the other, a large park that usually has kids laughing and playing on it. I used to go there with my friend, Harper. She moved away to Colorado when we were in sixth grade. Main Street is filled to the brim with shops. Most of them are small, holes in the wall with doors and useless merch, because they have to make room for other stores. Some are restaurants. I glance at a sushi place my mom took my brother and I to. I almost crack a smile, thinking about when my mom took one bite and had to go online and write a bad review about it.
As I walk home, a man with long scraggly gray hair holds out a plastic cup with change jingling inside. I swiftly move past him, but I feel bad, not giving him money. Then again, I kind of spent most of it. I stroll up to my doorstep and knock on the door. My mother opens the door and beams at me. "Guess what I made!" I roll my eyes and smile. "Cookies?" She sqealed. Sometimes my mom is like a teenage girl. Oh wait. "Try one." She says and disappears. I follow her into the kitchen. The misshapen cookie lumps are now round, chocolate chip cookies that smell really really good. I pick one up and take a small bite. Shortly afterwards, I wolf down the whole thing. "I'm impressed, Mom." I say. She grins. "Why thank you." She takes a little bow. I turn and start up the stairs. "I'm heading up to my room. I'll be back for dinner." She nods in response. I kick open my brown wooden door and dial a number on my phone. I hold it to my ear and wait for her to pick up.
"Hello?" A familiar voice picks up.
"Hey Mary! Have time to talk?" I say.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I have to tell you, I saw this really really cute boy at Starbucks."
"Oh? Does he go to our soon-to-be-school?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
I think she shrugs, but I can't tell.
"Anyway, have you seen what Alana commented on my post?"
"Our selfie?"
"Yeah, you should see..."
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